Before Chongming could react, the white scales that had sprung out ran down the back of his hand to his arm, and from his arm to his body, even his neck and cheeks...
The sudden and uncontrollable change caused Chongming's pupils to widen and his face to change drastically. He abruptly pulled his hand back, staggered back two steps, and stared at Yanliu, his chest heaving and his breathing rapid, as if she were a venomous snake or a ferocious beast, as if she were a venomous scorpion or an insect, the most vicious person in the world.
Yan Liu frowned slightly, looked at her hand, and saw that her right hand had nothing but a light brain and small patterns on her wrist.
He took her hand, but scales sprouted from it. Was it because she had eaten the little golden dragon cub and carried the scent of a dragon, a dragon's pressure that had subdued him, the little cub, causing the scales to sprout?
As a proper passerby, Si Mubei wisely kept quiet upon seeing this scene, his amber eyes scanning back and forth between the two of them.
Yanliu stepped forward: "Your Excellency Chongming..."
Chongming raised his scale-covered hand to stop her, his blue-gold eyes filled with panic: "Your Excellency Yanliu, please don't come any closer. Please stand there and don't move. Just stay there and don't move."
Except for his eyes, his exposed skin was entirely covered with white scales, which were very bright and white, like white jade.
Looking at him, Yanliu thought of the little golden dragon cub. When she was with him, scales would sprout on his body when he got close, and he would be just as terrified as she was, telling her to stay away from him.
Chongming stared at her, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, his expression growing increasingly grim. He had only been a few steps away from her, but now he retreated several steps until he reached the door: "Excuse me, Lady Yanliu, please excuse me for a moment. Please wait for me."
Yanliu turned to look at him, her eyes flickering slightly, her brows furrowing. She watched him leave, her steps unsteady, as she went out of her living room.
A snap.
Si Mubei, this big orange, sat back in the chair, one foot under the chair and the other on the chair, with his elbow resting on his knee.
He munched on the big red apple in his hand like a big rat, his gaze toward Yan Liu was intriguing.
Yan Liu pointed at his feet: "Don't get my chair dirty."
Si Mubei rolled his amber eyes: "Cat paw pads aren't dirty."
Yan Liu casually threatened, "You're wearing shoes now, your feet aren't cat paws. If you don't want them, I can cut you down without you feeling any pain, and your feet will be on the ground."
Si Mubei swallowed the apple in his mouth and looked at Yanliu longingly: "Yanliu, my little darling, you're no longer my sweetheart..."
Yan Liu's voice was slightly cool as she reminded him, "Speak properly."
Si Mubei: "!!!"
He didn't want to speak properly, but her intimidating presence and the oppressive force she exerted unintentionally were incredibly strong.
It's a bit like... a bit like this little kitten standing under a giant, exuding a sense of oppression and submission from the depths of his soul.
Has her mental strength been upgraded again, and her superpowers become even stronger?
Si Mubei swallowed hard: "Little Yanliu, wait a minute."
Yan Liuluo sat down next to him, looking at him.
Under the pressure of her gaze, Si Mubei ate a big red apple with a smacking sound, wiped his mouth, leaned forward, and said to Yanliu, "Congratulations, little Yanliu! Congratulations, little Yanliu, on gaining another dragon admirer."
Yan Liu frowned: "What the hell?"
Simu Bei muttered under his breath like a thief: "What the hell? A dragon admirer?"
Yan Liu frowned even more: "Speak properly."
Si Mubei felt he had spoken properly, but his little Yanliu seemed not to understand. Fine, he spoke properly again: "What I mean is, the former high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan, Cangying, admired you until his death, and now the newly appointed high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan admires you. You've stirred up a dragon's nest; your fate with the dragon is so good."
Yan Liu's furrowed brows relaxed, and she said sarcastically, "Who told you that Chongming, the newly appointed high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan, is infatuated with me? I have only met him twice, and I can count the number of words I have spoken to him on five fingers."
"And that little golden dragon cub didn't like me either. You can't just throw mud at him and falsely accuse him of liking me just because he died."
Upon hearing her words, Si Mubei straightened his back and said, "My little darling Yanliu, I'm not happy with what you're saying. What does it matter whether he admires you or not, whether he sees you or not, or whether he talks to you or not?"
"I recently heard a rumor about the high priest of the deep-sea mermaid race. It says that a long, long time ago, a dragon king from a dimension unknown to us fell into our space and was saved by the ancestors of the deep-sea mermaid race."
"To repay the deep-sea mermaids, the dragon king promised them that he would protect them forever and would send dragons with a destiny to this place to serve as their high priests, to help them and bless them."
"Therefore, the technology and development of the deep-sea mermaid race are the most advanced in the entire Abel Galaxy and even the Milky Way. However, they are content with the status quo and have no grand ambitions."
"But how could we allow a dragon to leave its own kind and willingly cross unknown barriers and mountains to come to the deep sea?"
Yan Liu's relaxed brows furrowed slightly again: "Fate, you just said fate, the Dragon Clan will send a dragon with a destiny to come."
Si Mubei slapped his thigh: "Yes and no. The so-called fate is not that the dragon sent here is destined to be with the deep-sea mermaids, but that their destined partners may exist in this dimension."
Yanliu: "!!!!"
Fate, fate, yet another fate has appeared.
The little golden dragon cub mistakenly believed his destiny, and Chongming also came to interfere with destiny. Where in the Abel Galaxy and the Milky Way are there so many dragons to interfere with their destinies? They really have too much trouble.
"The dragon race, which exists in mythology, is a domineering race..."
Yan Liu splashed cold water on Si Mubei, interrupting him and reminding him, "They are not domineering. In the history of Chinese mythology on Earth, dragons are as numerous as hairs on a cow. The Dragon-Taming Clan were those who raised dragons."
Si Mubei changed the subject: "Don't worry about the details, don't worry about the details, let me explain slowly and carefully."
Yan Liu snorted coldly: "Continue."
Si Mubei became serious in a second: "The dragons that exist in myths are domineering and can turn the world upside down, but these are not their best qualities."
"Their greatest virtue is their devotion and loyalty to their partners; some dragons spend their entire lives searching for a mate."
"Because dragons are the kings and lords of all beasts, their own strength and power can change the body of their mates, making them able to bear them and have children and reproduce."
"Therefore, their partners are not limited to dragons; they can be of various races, as long as they like them and it is their destiny."
After listening to all this, Yan Liu coldly said, "Get to the point."
Si Mubei hesitated for a moment. Hadn't he gotten to the point in all that he said? Hadn't she understood what he was saying?
The Golden Dragon is dead, and Little Yanliu has become stupid. They haven't known each other for very long, so this shouldn't be the case.
Si Mubei coughed lightly: "The key point is that, according to rumors, when a dragon sees its destined partner, it can't help but feel its heart beat faster, its blood boil, and its scales uncontrollably sprout outwards!"
Yan Liu was taken aback upon hearing this, and said in a calm voice, "Rumors are not credible. The dead little golden dragon cub swelled its scales when it saw Jiang Dandan being hunted, and it also swelled its scales when it saw me. It's impossible that all three of us are his destiny!"
Si Mubei, a prophet who doesn't make predictions casually, said earnestly, "The matter of fate is wondrous and inexplicable. My fox says that the heir to the Troia Empire is entangled with a dragon and a knife."
"When my fox said that, I was curious at first. I wondered how their heir could be entangled with a dragon and a knife. Later, I disagreed. The heir of the Troia Empire is not just Xihe. There is also you."
“You, Yanliu, are also a legitimate heir to the Troia Empire. It’s just that the order of succession is different, but no one, no law, can deny your right to inherit the throne of the Troia Empire.”
Yan Liu looked at Si Mubei and said, "Fatty, next time you're broke, set up a stall at the entrance of my palace, put up a big flag, and write the words 'fortune telling' on it. I guarantee you'll make a fortune."
Si Mubei grinned and said, "Great idea, great idea! I'll do it this way next time. Oh dear, why didn't I think of that?"
Yanliu rolled her eyes at him and ignored him. She touched the small flower tattoo on her wrist. The delicate flower pattern wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet. The scales were cool, yet had a strange warmth to them.
She touched the small pattern and felt a pang of sympathy for the hunter who had killed her, wondering why she was so attached to the warmth that Jiang Dandan had brought him.
Dragons are indeed good things and good food. Whether they are around us or we eat them and drink their blood, they can always harmonize our own yin energy.
After a long, long time, Si Mubei, that fat orange, ate three apples, four oranges, five bunches of grapes, ten chicken feet, two rabbit legs, three rabbit heads, drank three bottles of beverages, and ate a bowl of melon seeds and peanuts before Chongming returned.
The scales on his body had fallen off, restoring his original handsome appearance. Because of his young age of 128, he looked like a little cub, with a bit of baby fat on his cheeks.
He wore a dark black robe, with no jade pendant at his waist, no red lucky charm hanging from his head, and no pearls entwined in his white hair. His attire was similar to, yet different from, that of the little golden dragon cub.
He walked in, stopped three or four steps away from Yanliu, cupped his hands in a respectful but distant manner, yet dared not approach: "Your Excellency Yanliu, I would like to speak with you alone. I hope you will allow me to."
Si Mubei: "!!!"
Use someone to do their bidding, then kill them.
This is a classic case of killing the cat after it has served its purpose.
He brought him in, but he used him and then threw him away.
He remembered the new high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan.
Add to blacklist!
Under Yan Liu's watchful gaze, Si Mubei stood tall and straightened his back, adopting the air of a charlatan, and left the reception room with an impressive aura.
Walking was out of the question, fighting was out of the question, so he transformed into a large, golden orange with nine tails and walked with cat-like steps, silently arriving at the window of the reception room.
Yanliu sat and looked at Chongming, who was three or four steps away from her: "Chongming, what a beautiful name, it means the sea."
Chongming, a few steps away from her, controlled his scales and his wildly beating heart, gripping the golden-cased notebook in his hand: "Yes, Chongming means sea, just like Senior Cangying's name means the ocean."
Yan Liu paused, touching the hand tattooed on the small flower. "You guys have pretty repetitive names."
Chongming replied to her, "The sea is the place where the mermaids live. We come from the dragon race and are named the sea, meaning to protect the mermaids."
Yan Liu's lips curled up slightly: "Not bad, that's good. I just don't know what you want to talk to me about in private?"
Chongming gripped the notebook tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on Yanliu: "It is like this, Your Excellency Yanliu, my senior Cangying left behind a notebook, which records everything that happened from his arrival in the deep sea until his death."
Yan Liu's gaze shifted from his face to his hands, landing on a large, palm-sized notebook with a gold cover: "And then?"
Chongming felt a tightness in his chest. He paused for a moment, then continued, "What is destiny, as recorded in Senior Cangying's notebook?"
"What is destiny? When you encounter destiny, your blood boils and your scales can't help but sprout outwards—that is destiny!"
"What is destiny? You see it as destiny, but it is not your destiny. This is not destiny!"
"What is destiny? It is the person you can't help but want to get closer to when you see them, the person who stirs your heart is your destiny."
Yan Liu's upturned lips remained unchanged as she asked, like a heartless person, "What does this have to do with me?"
Chongming felt a tightness in his chest and a sense of unease: "Senior Cangying recorded in his notebook that he had mistaken his destined person. His destined person has now found his destined person."
"Besides his destined one, he also developed a fearsome aura towards the woman he was attracted to. He dared not look at her, dared not approach her..."
Yan Liu's voice turned cold as she interrupted him: "Let's get down to business."
Chongming's voice stopped abruptly as he looked at her, at the girl before him who was even more beautiful than the most beautiful girl in the dragon race, and whose aura was mixed with the scent of dragons.
The dragon flavor of Senior Cangying...
It seemed that Cangying had merged with her. Although the scent was faint, it was enough for him, a dragon, to smell. This scent of fusion was very oppressive and intimidating.
Chongming stepped forward and said in a calm voice, "The reason why Senior Cangying misjudged his destiny is twofold: firstly, there were many people with his destined person at the time, and secondly, his destined person gave his scales to someone else, and he picked them off from that person's neck."
"Thirdly, the so-called destiny is just his wishful thinking. The destiny he is looking for has no idea that he is looking for her, and has no idea that their marriage is predestined."
“I… his descendant, Chongming, the new high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan, encountered the same problem as him. The first time I met you, my scales did not sprout. The second time I met you, my scales sprouted.”
"Just now, when I shook hands with you, my heart was racing, my blood was surging, and I was filled with uncontrollable excitement. This is a unique feeling when you meet your destined one."
"I don't want to be like Senior Cangying, who had a mouth but didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and bore everything on his own, keeping it all inside. I'm not him, and I don't want to be like him."
"So, I want to ask you, besides the orc prophet Simu Bei, are there any other people around you?"
Yanliu's left hand gripped the small flower tattoo on her right wrist, covering it so tightly she dared not breathe. The tiny flower tattoo, which she was pretending to be dead and dog-like, looked at Chongming with her emerald green eyes: "You're quite straightforward."
Chongming smiled slightly, his expression sincere yet serious: "You are very powerful, more powerful than Senior Cangying, and more powerful than me. I know I am not worthy of you, and I have not fallen in love with you at first sight. Therefore, I choose to be straightforward and blunt. I hope you will tell me if you have any other living beings on you?"
Yan Liu stood up, her left hand in front of her and her right hand behind her back, and walked towards Chong Ming. She opened her mouth and said casually, "You dragons are really strange. You are obsessed with destiny on the one hand, and deny destiny on the other."
"What is destiny? It is what makes your blood boil and your scales bulge."
"What is destiny? The person who makes your heart flutter is also destiny."
"So, you're always contradicting yourselves by constantly switching between affirmation and uncertainty!"
As she approached, Chongming's suppressed heartbeat began to race again, his blood started to churn, and the scales that had finally gone down reappeared on his neck.
Yan Liu's powerful aura and overwhelming pressure were too much for him to resist, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
With nowhere to retreat to, Chongming opened his mouth and called out, "Lord Yanliu, I had no intention of offending you. I just don't want to misunderstand and repeat the mistakes made by Senior Cangying."
He misjudged his destiny, and then met someone who stirred his heart. He loved with restraint, self-control, and hidden affection, keeping his love a secret. He didn't want to be like him.
Yan Liu stopped in her tracks and raised her chin slightly: "You certainly have a long mouth, and you know how to talk."
Chongming's eyes lit up, his neck covered in white scales: "You mean..."
Yan Liu turned her right hand around from behind her back, raised it, and found that apart from the quantum computer, the small pattern on her right wrist was gone, disappeared.
Chongming looked at her right hand and recalled that when she shook hands with him, there seemed to be something else on her wrist: a bracelet and her personal computer.
He asked hesitantly, "On your right wrist..."
Yan Liu extended her right hand, which was only equipped with a quantum computer, toward Chong Ming: "Reintroduce yourself."
When Chongming heard her say this, he knew that she agreed with his guess.
His hand trembled slightly as he reached out and grasped hers. His heart didn't race, no scales sprang to his head, and his blood didn't boil.
All these signs indicate that the bracelet on her right wrist is alive, and his command is that bracelet, that living thing that resembles a bracelet.
Fortunately, he asked. Otherwise, just like when Senior Cangying found his destiny, he wouldn't know who his destiny was because there were many people in front of him, and he would be searching for his destiny in vain.
He was glad that he hadn't followed in the footsteps of his senior Cangying, that he had read Cangying's travel notes, and that he was straightforward.
Chongming opened his mouth, his voice trembling slightly, and introduced himself again: "Lord Yanliu, hello. My name is Chongming. I am the newly appointed High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan. I am 128 years old this year!"
Yan Liu gripped his hand tightly and warned him coldly and politely, "Hello, I'm also happy to meet you, but my cub doesn't want to know you. Your existence, your so-called destiny, annoys it and annoys me, so it won't let you see me."
“I ask that you not come looking for me or my child unless it’s for official business, and especially not to use the pretense of destiny to morally blackmail my child.”
Chongming: "!!!!"
Her child?
Oh no, this is my mother-in-law!
He was destined to be raised by her!
Chongming quickly tried to recall if he had done anything disrespectful to Yanliu, but found no problem; he had been very polite from the moment he arrived.
Now he spoke even more politely, adopting a very humble posture, like a son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law: "Your Excellency Yanliu, rest assured, I will not do anything it dislikes, and I will not disturb it except for important matters."
"I would never use the pretense of destiny to morally blackmail it. Although I am a dragon, a domineering race, I am not an unreasonable dragon. I know that mutual affection is worth more than anything else."
Yan Liu released her grip, turned around, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and said, "You can get lost now."
Chongming still didn't know what species he was destined to be, and he was left like this, feeling somewhat unwilling. He took two steps forward and respectfully asked, "Lord Yanliu, may I trouble you to tell me what species it is?"
Yan Liu sat down in the chair, tossed the handkerchief she had used to wipe her hands into her spatial storage, and looked at Chong Ming with her golden-green eyes: "Are you pushing your luck?"
Chongming immediately denied it three times in a row: "I didn't, I'm not, I wouldn't dare!"
Yan Liu waved her hand: "Get lost!"
Chongming couldn't get any information, but he was lucky. He had only been in the deep sea for a little over ten days and had already met his destiny. He was luckier than all the dragons that came to the deep sea.
It doesn't matter if we don't know what species it is now; we'll find out sooner or later. Besides, since you are the ruler of the land, Yanliu can't hide his fate. He knows where his destiny lies, and there will be plenty of time to get to know you in the future.
Chongming was about to take his leave when he remembered something. He took out a white invitation card with a white dragon on it from his spatial storage and placed it on the table next to Yanliu. He took two steps back and said, "Your Excellency Yanliu, in two and a half months, I will officially inherit the position of High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan. I hope you will attend my sacrificial prayer ceremony."
Yanliu glanced at the white invitation: "We'll see, I might not be available then."
Chongming did not insist. Facing his future mother-in-law, he became even more respectful. "Yes, I won't bother you any longer. Farewell."
Yan Liu's voice was cool: "I won't see you out."
No need to send it, no need to send it, I wouldn't dare let her send it.
He took three steps back before turning around, walking to the door, and stepping over the threshold to leave.
He was greeted by maids outside, who led him out of the palace.
After Yanliu could no longer hear any footsteps, she flicked her willow branch and wrapped a large orange cat with nine tails up from the open window.
The big orange cat's neck was being choked, and it struggled with meows, while its nine big tails flapped wildly behind it. It was as funny as could be.
Yanliu gathered her willow branches, and the plump orange cat landed on the ground, transforming into a human. With a cry of "Oh dear!", the wicked cat complained first: "Little Yanliu, I'm so old, are you trying to kill me?"
Yan Liu picked up the white invitation card on the table, glanced at it, and then threw it back on the table: "Fatty, I think 70 kids aren't enough. I should invite your blind date partners to the palace."
Si Mubei jumped up and came up behind Yanliu, reaching out to pat her back: "My little Yanliu, I love you, I love you deeply, don't be so cruel to me."
"Oh, right, the new high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan is not destined to be you, but your lovely little cub, Little Azure Dragon."
Yanliu glanced sideways: "Where's my little pattern?"
Si Mubei exclaimed, without blushing or panting, "It has such a majestic and imposing name as 'Little Pattern,' and you're asking me where it went? I don't know either."
Yan Liu held up one finger: "I'll count to three, and if you don't know, I'll pluck all your feathers!"
Si Mubei pulled his hand away from her back and took out a small floral pattern from his pocket: "Here, here!"
Yan Liu took the small floral pattern, fastened it to her wrist, and stood up: "Go do what you need to do, stop following me around all the time, goodbye."
Si Mubei: "!!!"
He was unemployed and had nothing to do, so he just wanted to gossip out of curiosity.
Yanliu is now a source of gossip; who else would you go near if not her?
Chongming boarded the aircraft, and as it took off, he noticed the gold-covered notebook on his lap and realized with a start that he had sought out Lady Yanliu to tell her the love that Cangying had been unable to express.
But because of his destiny, he completely forgot about it. However, when he recalled that Lady Yanliu seemed to be very resistant to the idea that scales would sprout when facing the destined person.
What was she rejecting? Was she rejecting Senior Cangying's love for her?
Doesn't she want to know that Senior Cangying loves her?
Chongming thought about it for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it and started thinking about his destined partner, what kind of creature he would be, whether he would be cute or pretty!
It doesn't matter if she's not cute or pretty, as long as she's his destiny and his partner, it doesn't matter what, he'll be happy no matter what.
The reconstruction proceeded in an orderly manner, and Yanliu's private assets were allocated wave after wave. The money flowed like water, and she didn't even realize how much she was spending it.
The number of people shipping Cangying and Yanliu on StarNet has increased rather than decreased over the past half month. The devastating impact of their tragic love story has left a lasting impression on many StarNet fans, resulting in a flood of fanfiction and short stories.
Many people have tagged Yanliu's account, but she has never been online, never logged in, and no one has been able to photograph her on Earth.
That's why some imaginative fans think that what they're shipping might not be a one-sided crush, but a grand mutual crush, because they didn't know they liked each other, so they didn't confess and missed their chance.
With Cangying dead and Yanliu not appearing online, people assumed she was heartbroken and unwilling to appear in public, now healing her wounds alone and shedding tears by herself.
What they didn't know was that Yan Liu went online every day, and she also went out every day. However, with her powerful mental energy, she could easily shield herself from the internet, so no one could see her.
Surfing the internet is now much easier; you can log in invisibly or without an account. She follows the daily news and trending topics without a shred of emotion, her face expressionless.
In the blink of an eye, two and a half months have passed. Many places have been rebuilt, and displaced people have begun to return home one after another. Businesses have reopened, and the damaged cities have regained their former vitality and splendor.
The tourism industry, the medical industry, and all other industries on Earth are back on track, and everyone's face is once again filled with joy, happiness, and delight, as if the disaster caused by the Star Beasts three months ago has been forgotten and has never existed.
The fans on StarNet who lamented Cangying's death seemed to have forgotten him, saying nothing more and no longer as enthusiastically discussing him as before.
Yanliu is still the same Yanliu, except that she has changed her favorite bright red, green and purple skirts to various black horse-face skirts with shirts.
The golden specks in her emerald green eyes are no longer visible only upon close inspection; they are now easily seen at a glance, and the gold at the tips of her emerald green hair is becoming increasingly pronounced.
Just as the hunter said, she ate a dragon, and her leaves were edged with gold. Especially when she was a tree, her canopy-like branches hung down, and every green leaf on each branch was edged with gold.
Yanliu gazed at the dragon's body, human head, and small floral pattern: "Are you willing to come with me to the deep sea?"
Xiao Huawen smiled sweetly, two dimples appearing on her face: "Yes, yes, we're just killing time anyway, let's go out and have some fun!"
It wanted to go, so Yanliu took it: "Okay, can you go like this, or wear it on my hand?"
Little Flower jumped onto her shoulder: "I'll sit on your shoulder. I'm your child, not some shameful child."
Yan Liu raised her eyebrows: "You're right, let's go."
The little flower pattern, resembling a dragon, sat on Yanliu's shoulder, arms crossed, legs crossed, and followed her into the deep sea.
Accompanying them was Si Mubei, a nine-tailed orange cat who had nothing better to do than wander around all day and didn't seem to care about matchmaking or having kittens.
The three of them arrived at the estuary, where Chongming greeted them. The first thing he saw was the little dragon on Yanliu's shoulder.
The dragon's belly was covered in patterns with blue scales. It had a small body, a long tail, a chubby face no bigger than the palm of your hand, a pair of dimples, and deep purple eyes like purple grapes. Two small blue horns emerged from its thick, soft black hair.
The two front dragon claws transformed into hands, which were wrapped around the chest, giving off an arrogant and aloof look as if to say, "You are all subjects, I am the king."
For more than two months, he investigated everything around Yanliu and finally focused on the green egg. The green egg belonged to the heir of the Troya Empire, was brought by Yanliu, and was mentioned in Cangying Notes. He never expected it to be so cute, with such sweet dimples.
Yan Liu's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion as she asked Chong Ming, "Chong Ming, are you here to pick us up? Which way are you looking?"
Chongming snapped back to his senses, suppressed his anger, ignored the scales that had sprouted on his neck and arms, stepped aside to make way, and gestured for him to leave: "Please!"
Little Flower snorted at him, "What are you looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out."
Yan Liu, wearing 8-centimeter high heels, glanced at him sideways like a queen and walked past him.
The carriage of the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan is of the same standard as that of the Deep Sea Queen. It is large, bright, and transparent on all sides, allowing for a 360-degree view of the entire deep sea.
Yan Liu leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed over her chest, eyes slightly closed, as if resting.
The little floral pattern on her shoulder, just like her, seemed to be dozing with her eyes closed, her long dragon tail dangling down on the sofa, swaying gently...
Si Mubei, a mere passerby, was watching the drama unfold, inwardly marveling at how the high priests of the deep-sea mermaid clan were getting worse with each generation, and this little white dragon in front of him had his eyes glued to the little flower tattoo.
Before Cangying thought about it, he loved Yanliu, admired her, and was fond of her. He was also upright and self-disciplined, rarely smiled, and kept his love hidden in his heart. Even when he looked at Yanliu, it was secretly, carefully, hidden, and restrained.
Now, this little white dragon's eyes are burning hot, like two balls of fire. He is young after all, and doesn't look back or hesitate. Once he sets his sights on something, he goes straight for it, unlike Cangying, who is five or six hundred years old and has been thinking about the vicissitudes of life.
A few hours later, they arrived at the Great Western Kingdom of the Deep Sea. Yanliusi Mubei Xiaohuawen was a specially invited state guest. There was a special high platform for them to watch the ceremony and pray for the succession of the High Priest of the Deep Sea.
Yanliu, dressed in a black shirt and black horse-face skirt, with her long hair tied up with a willow branch, sat on the high platform, facing diagonally towards the tall sacrificial altar, neither too serious nor too loose.
A drumbeat like that of war drums sounded, and she took out a gemstone polished like a glass bead from her spatial storage, holding it in her hand and playing with it.
Si Mubei's gaze fell on her hands. The beads she was playing with were polished by Cangying and given to her, for her to play with and for her to spend.
There were so many, in a box or a carton, and lots of pearls, lots of unpolished gems, and lots of gold coins.
She's taking those beads out to play with now. Before, he'd seen her at night, when she had nothing to do, pour the gold coins on the ground and count them one by one into a box, and she'd do that all night long.
Chongming appeared on the high platform amidst the sound of drums. He was dressed in a wide-sleeved black robe, barefoot, with a red waist belt and a red lucky charm hanging from his waist. Jade pendants also hung from his waist, and white, frost-like hair was adorned with white, black, and rainbow pearls.
His expression was solemn and dignified as he began to dance…
Yanliu stopped playing with the gemstone beads in her hand and looked at him, as if she were looking at a few years ago, when she was standing in the middle of thousands of people kneeling in worship, looking up at Cangying dancing on the high platform.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, as if it had gone back to a few years ago.
"Blessing Dance!" Si Mubei leaned close to Yan Liu, pointing to the high platform: "Little Yan Liu, this is the blessing, waiting, protection, and expectation dance performed by the newly promoted high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan. It's also known as the courtship dance!"
Yan Liu slowly turned her head, staring intently at Si Mu Bei: "Courtship dance?"
Si Mubei flinched slightly under her gaze and quickly explained the courtship dance that Fu Huan had given him.
Upon hearing this, Yanliu's eyes stung a little. She blinked and said, "I see. It's quite beautiful."
Si Mubei: "!!!"
Why did he feel that Yanliu was not right?
Is it his imagination?
All right!
It must be his imagination.
His little darling Yanliu only cares about money and career, not men.
Even if Cangying died, even if his love for Yanliu was so great that it spread throughout the Abel Galaxy and even the Milky Way, it had nothing to do with his precious Yanliu.
Chongming danced a dance and prayed to the gods. Countless tiny, transparent beads fell down, landing on the people on the playground and on Xiaohua's tattoo.
Yanliu stretched out her hand. A few years ago, when Cangying prayed for blessings, countless tiny, transparent beads also rushed to fall into her hand.
Now she stretches out her hand, and only a small broken bead falls into her palm. On the other hand, the small pattern is almost surrounded by the broken bead. Its hands and feet are touching the broken bead, playing happily.
Si Mubei caught a broken bead, crushed it with his hand, and integrated it into his body. He exclaimed, "What a blessing from the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan! It's true that whoever he likes, these little broken beads will favor him, fall on him, and integrate into him."
"Our little pattern is truly destined for that little white dragon. Tsk tsk, look at those tiny beads that landed on it. It's all because that little white dragon, in full view of everyone, took advantage of his position and made no attempt to hide his favoritism towards the little pattern!"
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